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it's cold again sorry to keep moaning but i want some humid night you know the night when you have to wear your birthday suites

Mike wrote:I sleep naked every night no matter what season were in. Thought that was normal

Mike wrote:Sometimes it can be uncomfortable. Like when yo get drunk and fall asleep in the park on the way home then wake up late sunday morning and there are loads of kids with their mums and dads playing on the park

Mike

See the thing is I can imagine that this is really not a joke and recounting a life experience

Was that you Dave who woke me up by hitting me with abandoned Iceland trolley

Mike wrote:Was that you Dave who woke me up by hitting me with abandoned Iceland trolley

Well I for one will be glad to get out of my onesie! I love it but enoughs enough!

MatLogan wrote:I couldn't sleep naked. It would be baltic in the middle of the night. Plus ya wouldn't know who would end up walking in!

You don't know, and you're right to be worried, I was almost killed by firing squad whilst sleeping naked on my birthday

I went to the Dom rep with a mate when I was 21 and half way through the holiday was my 22nd birthday, we'd got pally with a couple of guys that worked on the resort and they struck a deal with us, we sneek them beer and they would take us around the town on my birthday and show us how to celebrate. We were naturally apprehensive but we did it anyway, and after an awesome night of strip bars, offers of "jiggy jiggy" from some local girls, several bottles of 151 rum and a selection of powders and plants we were absoloutly steaming.

Now we don't remember getting back to our rooms or even the resort, but credit to the 2 guys we returned with our bodies and wallets in tact, and I woke up in the small hours shaking and sweaating like a pig. I strip off, flick the aircon on and open the sliding door that leads to the patio, and drop back onto the bed star shaped and face down.

Some time later I'm woken by the sound of black guys talking spanish, I open one eye and clock 2 big guys, one pointing a torch and pistol and the other looking down a rifle. I jump up faster than a fast thing with chilli up it's flu, launching backwards off the bed and grabbing a pillow as I do so, the pillow was going to shield me from the bullets and as I'm taking my defensive position against the wall behind me, pillow covering my torso and other hand held out shielding my face so he can't see me, all the time shouting and asking me my name which I couldn't remember, I really was that scared. In the comotion my mate was awoken and also dived off his bed backwards, pillow in hand and also resumed position on the back wall asking me what the f- is going on. Clearly terrified at the prospect of being attacked by 2 pasty white boys armed with pillows they lowdr their tone and tell us to take it easy, my mate looks at me, enlightens me on the identity of the 2 men "Dave, it's security, and you have no pants on", I go bright red and lower my pillow and the 2 guys step outside and I can hear them howling with laughter and talking Spanish again, probably discussing how amazingly well hung I was and they wish theirs was as big or something like that, I find my wangers and the guys come back in and tell us they had to check because the doors were open and there were some bad people around, next time you close and you lock, and you put some clothes on man.

Needless to say I probably spent the next year wearing shorts in bed, just in case some gun toting phsycopaths burst into my house in the middle of the night and start asking me my name, I also have really thick pillows so they'd better have a good gun